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I remember the taste
I remember the taste of my parents’ wedding cake. No shotgun metal in the rum frosting, but sweetness in the flour, us kids suddenly giddy.
Read moreEverything is new
Everything is new, including the squint & the absence of two front teeth. He’s still like a sparrow, flitting; looking for me in the crowd.
Read moreI sang for these rupees
I sang for these rupees. And dodging the cars, scooters, the childlike wonder of slumming tourists, I find Rehka stirring dal by the road.
Read moreI find, in the dirt by the plot
I find, in the dirt by the plot of potatoes, an egg hastily painted pink & blue. I’d buttoned your coat then, a wet kiss on your forehead.
Read moreCaught in the plume of her red dress
Caught in the plume of her red dress, the wind steals up her legs. The boys, delighted & mortified, giggle behind their hands; blessed.
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